Caterpillar to a Butterfly

In a garden so bright, a tale takes flight,
Of a caterpillar’s journey, from day to night.
Oh, Tisya, dear child, lend me your ear,
As I spin a poem of transformation sincere.

Once a tiny creature, crawling on the ground,
A caterpillar’s life, slowly unwound.
Feasting on leaves, with an insatiable hunger,
Growing and changing, there’s no time to ponder.

In a cozy cocoon, a magical chrysalis weaves,
A transformation unfolding, like autumn leaves.
Silent and still, hidden from sight,
A miracle awaits, taking flight.

Days turn to weeks, patience is key,
Within the chrysalis, a metamorphosis decree.
Imagining wings, delicate and bright,
Awaiting the moment to take its first flight.

And lo, behold! The day has come,
A butterfly emerges, so gracefully undone.
With vibrant colors, it dances in the air,
Fluttering wings, a sight so rare.

Oh, Tisya, my darling, let this tale be,
A symbol of hope and possibility.
Just like the caterpillar, you too shall grow,

Transforming into something beautiful to show.
Embrace every stage, embrace each day,
For life’s a journey, in its own special way.
From a caterpillar to a butterfly’s grace,

Let your spirit soar, leaving a lasting trace.
So dream, dear Tisya, dream so high,
Like a butterfly, reaching the sky.
For within you lies the power to fly,
And paint the world with colors that never die.